I was a teen and heard my parents talking in the kitchen.

"I went to the bathroom last night bleeding. There was a gush. I turned on the light and looked in the toilet. I think I lost a baby."

"Oh no, we weren't even sure. You felt faint like you did with Gordon but that was a long time ago. We didn't really know. Are you alright? Do you need a doctor?"

"I'm fine I think. The bleeding stopped right after. I cleaned up the mess. It was a boy."

A brother. I could have had a little brother who would be grown now. A friend I could call and just talk things out. But no. It was never told to me. Never spoken of again. I now sometimes doubt I actually heard it that morning before junior high getting ready to catch the bus. My parents now long dead. I'll never really know. A brother.